Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2015 15:46:49 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 13

Author:  white collar
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)
Date:  January 2,  2015

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Chapter 23

Paul:

I laid across the desk as ordered, closing my eyes.  I knew what this meant
and I both dreaded it and yearned for it.  I would, in a few moments, be
truly made into a faggot.  I'd have my ass and throat filled at the same
time.  I'd be like a spit-roasted chicken.  I'd be a? a faggot.  My life as
a man was to be over in a few moments.

"Relax your neck faggot; let your head drop."

I did as ordered.

"Now open."

I opened my mouth and saw Aiden's large cock moving toward my face.  I
closed my eyes, not wishing to see what was coming.  Aiden slowly slid his
cock through my lips, into my mouth and past my soft palate.  I was afraid
he would make me gag, but realized that, in this position, he had a
straight line to my throat and, sure enough, I felt him gliding past my
soft palate and into my throat.  He began to thrust slowly and I quickly
learned how to time my breathing to his rhythm.  Then I felt Master lift my
legs.  I knew what was coming and felt the dread.  I felt the cold of lube
being spread around my hole and then Master's fingers pushed into me,
loosening and slicking up my entry.  One finger, two fingers, three
fingers.  Then, his fingers came out of me and in a few moments, I felt
something huge pushing against my pucker.  Master put my legs on his
shoulders and the huge thing slowly pushed through the aperture.  Oh god,
the pain!  I screamed around Aiden's cock and felt him grab hold of my
suctioned tits and squeeze them.  Somehow this reduced the pain in my ass,
but didn't take it away.  Master stopped his invasion for a moment and I
felt my sphincter relaxing and the fire subsiding.

"Push down boi, like you're taking a shit.  That will relax you so that I
can get in."

But I didn't want him in!  I didn't want to be fucked.  I was a man!  I
wasn't supposed to be fucked.  Only faggots get fucked!  Only faggots!
Only faggots.  I'm getting fucked!  I'm a faggot.  I'm a faggot.  I need to
be fucked.  Please fuck me Master.

"Good faggot.  There you go."

I relaxed and Master entered me and forever took away any illusion I'd ever
had that I was a man.  I'm a faggot.  Thank you sir.  And Master began to
pound.

I had no idea how long it lasted.  All I knew was the incredible
stimulation I felt in my ass and in my throat.  The humiliation of it only
enhanced the sensations and I felt my own orgasm rising as Master and Aiden
picked up the tempo of their thrusting into my two holes.  I felt their
frenzy and it mixed with my own.  Aiden shouted and I felt his cock
throbbing in my throat as I shouted around it, my own orgasm spreading from
my ass throughout my body.  Master shouted and I grasped his cock with my
sphincters more out of my own need than any sense that it was increasing
his pleasure.  Their thrusts spasmed, slowed, spasmed and soon my throat
was empty.  I looked up and saw Aiden kissing Master, who was grasping
Aiden's tits and stretching them.  Aiden moaned and ground his mouth more
desperately into Master's.  Then Master pushed him away and I felt him pull
out from my no-longer virgin hole.  And I felt empty.

The emptiness didn't last long.  Master held up a large metal thing that
looked like one of the capsules I'd seen in photos from the early space
program, only it was shiny and had some sort of base attached to it with a
rubber hose.
(http://www.mr-s-leather.com/D259/world-s-most-comfortable-butt-plug.html).
He spread lube on it and inserted it into my now opened hole.  I felt it
going in and Master ordered me to clench my ass.  I felt be base slide
against my pucker and felt a satisfying fullness now.  Master moved around
to the front of the desk.  I could see Wayne kneeling on the floor, his
eyes downcast, but I could tell by the look of shame and embarrassment on
his face that he'd witnessed my "conversion".

"OK faggot," Master said to Wayne.  "Put your head on the floor.  Now reach
back and spread your cheeks."

Wayne obeyed and Master lubed a plug like mine and slid it into Wayne's
ass.  Wayne grunted and moaned as it slid home.

Chapter 24

"OK faggot, get off the desk and onto the floor next to your partner,"
Master ordered.

I tried to sit up, but my neck was sore and my abdominal muscles wouldn't
cooperate, so I rolled off the side of the desk and immediately went to my
hands and knees and crawled over to position myself next to Wayne.  I made
sure my legs and hands were touching his; I needed his touch and his
warmth.  Wayne slid his leg up against mine, telling me he understood.

"All right faggots, get to the closet."

I followed Wayne as he crawled across the floor to the large closet.  I'd
never really considered that Greg, er, Master, might have something set-up
in there, but I remembered hearing that clinking sound at the meeting the
other day and the look of puzzlement on all my colleagues', now former
colleagues', faces.  How many of their cocks would I be sucking in the
future?  But that was a question for another time.  Master opened the doors
and ordered us to stand.  Against the back wall there were six eye bolts
screwed securely into the wall, spaced about five feet apart.  There was a
row of three around 6 ? feet from the floor and another row about 6 inches
from the floor.

Master and Aiden buckled shackles onto our wrists and ankles and attached
carabiners to them.  They buckled wide leather collars to our necks that
forced our heads upright and then Master ordered us to stand.  They backed
us up against the wall, spread our arms and legs and clipped us to the
bolts so that Wayne's left limbs and my right limbs were clipped to the
middle bolt, allowing us to touch each other's hands and feet.  They put
earbuds in our ears and plugged them into ports in the wall.

"Now faggots, we'll really get going with your brainwashing.  You've been
started already by having your resistance and previously held sense of
manhood broken down.  Now you'll be watching videos and files and hearing
audio that will cleanse your minds of any ideas that you have any purpose
but to please men, regardless of what you're told to do, no matter how
degrading it is."

Master pressed a button on the wall and swung the doors closed.  In front
of each of us was a tablet that soon displayed videos of men being
face-fucked and ass-fucked.  They were bound in all varieties of ways,
their tits were stretched and tortured and they kept begging for more.
Beneath the sound-tracks of the videos, was Master's voice telling us
quietly that we had only one desire in life; only one purpose: to please
men.  He kept repeating that we were faggots, not men.  Over and over and
over again.  And he'd tell us to repeat the phrase quietly: I am a faggot;
my purpose is to serve."

"I am a faggot," I repeated softly, "my purpose is to serve."

I could faintly hear Wayne murmuring similar words, though my mind was
really more focused on Master's voice and the video I was watching.  Then
the video changed into a spiral pattern that I was falling into.  I
couldn't have taken my eyes off it if I'd wanted to.  But I didn't want to;
I wanted to fall in.  Master's voice now began to tell me that my body was
changing; that my tits were growing longer and fuller, that my body hair
was disappearing, the follicles that produced it were dying and I would
soon be a completely smooth faggot.  Master kept repeating these commands
to me.  And when I was lost in the spiral, the video changed into a slide
show of men's chests with long nipples.  Faggot titties, Master's voice
called them, telling me I needed to grow faggot titties like these men.

"I need to grow faggot titties," I repeated, and felt my titties growing.


Outside, beyond the two fags' hearing, for they were lost in their
audio-visual restructuring, Greg sat down at his desk, while Aiden stood in
front of him.

"What I want to do Aiden, is take the two faggots to my place tonight.
I've had some special equipment set up in my spare bedroom and I'll enjoy
seeing it put to good use.  Oh, and call up Steve Kelly; he's one of the
maintenance guys.  Actually, he did the work setting up my room.  Tell him
to be at my apartment for some more work this evening.  Make it 7:00.  You
can make that, can't you?"

"Yes sir," Aiden answered, swallowing.  "I had something scheduled, but I
can change that.  No problem."

"Good boy," Greg smiled.  "That's all for now."

"Yes sir.  What time shall I be here to help you transport the faggots?"

"Make it 6:00.  We'll need to get them dressed and down to the garage.
That should give us enough time to make it to my apartment by a little
before 7:00.  Then we'll be ready for Kelly.

"Yes sir.  Anything else right now sir?"

"Nope, that'll do it.  See you at 6:00."

"Yes sir."

Aiden turned and left Greg's office with a hollow of fear in his belly.


To be continued.